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  1. Yuchi Big Goose's Journey Through Chronicles Rural GrassrootsHistorical133k Wordsongoing The last smell that Yuchi Goose smelled was too high a concentration of chlorine-containing disinfectant. The shadowless light in the emergency room was like a never-tiring sun, causing the sweat beads on her forehead to slide down the edge of her mask. The monitor sounded a sharp alarm, and the old man in bed 7 had a third recurrence of ventricular fibrillation. The electrode pads of the defibrillator had just been coated with conductive paste. The moment she reached for the alcohol pad, her wr 252Reads—Score—Shelves
  2. Zhou Yexuantu Rural GrassrootsHistorical106k Wordsongoing A splitting headache, like countless steel needles stirring in my temples. Xi Dae opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not his well-decorated office with a "department-level official position" plaque, nor was it the soft and comfortable Simmons bed at home. What you can see is a rough thatch roof with an earthy smell, a few blackened wooden beams lying across it, and densely covered with spider webs. The body was covered with dry thatch, which made the skin feel itchy. The body was cove 185Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. Zhou Ye's Book Sound Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance63k Wordsongoing Chu Aixi's last memory remained in the white light that suddenly lit up in the live broadcast room. At that time, she was holding up the latest replica of ancient books on the shelves, smiling gently at the camera: "The best thing about this replica of the Southern Song Dynasty's "Nanhua Sutra" is that it retains the moth-eaten incompleteness of the original book, like holding a thousand years of time in your hands..." Before she could finish her words, the ballast of the overhead lamp suddenly 181Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. Southern Yunnan Goose Roar Rural GrassrootsHistorical90k Wordsongoing Before the smell of disinfectant dissipated, Zhai Daye felt as if he had been stung by ten thousand wasps at the same time on the back of his head. He wanted to scold his mother, but his eyelids were as heavy as steel film - the kind that are thickened to prevent prying eyes. As the general manager and the only employee of "Zhaiji Mobile Phone Quick Repair, Filming and Unlocking", he has a precise grasp of the weight of various films. The feeling at this moment is definitely not what a hospital 181Reads—Score—Shelves
  5. Paintings from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty: the Biography of Ai Xi Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance88k Wordsongoing The last thing Xun Aixi remembered was the blue light that exploded in the studio. At that time, she was working on the computer to modify the pattern of the third version of the "Guochao Cultural and Creative IP" - the client wanted to "look like the bronze patterns of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, but also have a modern minimalist feel." She stayed up all night and just simplified the lines of the Taotie pattern to the third version. In version 17, the moment the fingertips touched the digital 180Reads—Score—Shelves
  6. Goose Play Three Kingdoms Rural GrassrootsHistorical85k Wordsongoing Bing Daye woke up from the cold. The moonlight from the window slanted in, casting the shadow of the window lattice on the blue brick floor, like someone using an ink pen to draw a few stiff lines. He sat up suddenly, the back of his head still aching. He reached out and touched, and what he touched was not the soft linen pillowcase in his loft apartment, but a hard wooden board, covered with a thin layer of musty straw. 179Reads—Score—Shelves
  7. The Travel History of Peng Daye Rural GrassrootsHistorical97k Wordsongoing The wind in the twelfth lunar month was like a knife, getting through the cracks in the burlap, causing pain to her cheekbones. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw a yellowing curtain, with several patches on it and embroidered with faded tangerine patterns - this was by no means her heated teacher's apartment. "Hiss..." She wanted to stand up, but there was a dull pain in the back of her head. When she reached out and touched it, it was sticky and it was blood. Fragments of memories came flood 179Reads—Score—Shelves
  8. Golden Luan Calculation Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance76k Wordsongoing The discussion in the room gradually died down, but Jia Yunshu was not idle. She stood up and frowned at the dull pain in her back. She stretched out her hand to press the injured area - this body was too delicate and she had to find a way to make it stronger. Otherwise, let alone scheming against others, a gust of wind might blow her down. "Mommy." She called out loudly, her voice not high, but with an unmistakable clarity. 178Reads—Score—Shelves
  9. Sheriff of Daye Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance58k Wordsongoing The last thing Xuanyuan Daye remembered was the sudden dizziness he felt while checking the quarterly report on the computer late at night. As an accountant who works part-time as a Taobao model, her life is always switching between the spotlight in the dressing room and the functions and formulas in Excel. At this moment, she is dragged into a strange time and space by the dazzling sunlight. When the rough linen cloth brushed her cheek, her eyes shot open. There is an airtight thatched roof abo 178Reads—Score—Shelves
  10. Zhan Daye's Dreams of Five Generations Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance115k Wordsongoing In the halo of the gilt spotlight, the hand was hanging in the air. The knuckles are as round as jade carvings, the fingernails are a healthy pink and white, and even the hair on the tiger's mouth shows the delicateness of careful maintenance - this is the most proud hand model of Zhan Da'e, who is filming an advertisement for a new ancient balm. "Relax your wrist more, yes, imagine that the balm is seeping into the skin along the lines..." Zhan Daye held up the walkie-talkie, with an undoubted 177Reads—Score—Shelves
  11. Goose Shadow on Palace Wall Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance116k Wordsongoing The smell of disinfectant still lingers in the nasal cavity, mixed with the chemical smell of hyaluronic acid and the smell of the client's expensive perfume. Hongdae pinched the center of his eyebrows and twitched his lips at the delicately made-up but tired face in the mirror. I just finished a three-hour comprehensive rhinoplasty, which was followed by two more sales talks to finalize the cooperation on the medical beauty package for the second half of the year. As the gold medal surgeon and 177Reads—Score—Shelves
  12. Time Travel: Cha Goose Rural GrassrootsHistorical97k Wordsongoing Cha Daye woke up from the cold. A biting chill penetrated through the burlap prison uniform, and she shivered. When she opened her eyes, she saw the broken roof above her head leaking light. This was not her apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows, let alone the tea room of an advertising agency - she remembered that she was editing a personnel report that was urgently needed by a client, and coffee spilled on the keyboard, and then a burst of electricity passed through her, and when she opened 177Reads—Score—Shelves
  13. The Goose Mings in Xia Shang: the Governor's Storm Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance85k Wordsongoing The late autumn evening wind carried gravel into her neck. She shuddered and suddenly opened her eyes, only to see a dim bonfire. The flames licked the dry firewood, crackling, and reflected the flickering of several faces around them - those men wearing burlap shorts were gnawing something around the campfire. The shreds of meat on the bones were gnawed clean, and the sound of teeth rubbing against bones was particularly clear in the silent night. "Are you awake?" A hoarse voice sounded. The sp 176Reads—Score—Shelves
  14. Records of the Ministry of Industry of the Great Yuan Dynasty: the Biography of Hou Daye Rural GrassrootsHistorical78k Wordsongoing Beiyuan, Zhanghe three years, autumn. Hou Daye woke up from the cold. A biting chill came out of the straw pile under him, mixed with a musty smell and an indescribable fishy smell, which made him cough violently. In front of him was a low adobe wall, with light leaking from the roof. A few beams of dim sunlight hit the ground slantingly, illuminating the dust flying in the air - and a few fat mice, scurrying around his feet as if no one was around. "Fuck..." He wanted to curse, but his throat w 176Reads—Score—Shelves
  15. Frightening Dreams of the Ming Dynasty: the Burnt Goose Rural GrassrootsHistorical59k Wordsongoing The general manager had just signed the last contract, and a small dark brown stain had spread on her off-white suit pants. She was quickly stepping forward with a wet wipe. Her phone vibrated on the corner of the table, and an urgent message from the operations team popped up on the screen - "The WeChat official account was maliciously reported in the background, and we lost 30,000 followers." Just as her fingertips touched the edge of the phone, a pale lightning suddenly struck outside the win 175Reads—Score—Shelves
  16. Mon Aich Travels Through Ancient Times Rural GrassrootsHistorical73k Wordsongoing Meng Aixi has lived in the small shabby house of Grandma Meng's house for three days. During the past three days, she was not in a hurry to find out more information. Instead, she spent most of her time on observation - observing the daily life of Mengjia Village, observing the production methods here, and thinking over and over again in her mind: What needs to be solved now is not only food and clothing, but also the "core competitiveness" that has taken root in this era. 175Reads—Score—Shelves
  17. Han Que Goose Shadow Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance94k Wordsongoing Lu Daye opened his eyes amid a violent jolt, and saw a yellowing curtain, with a faint smell of herbs lingering at the tip of his nose. She subconsciously wanted to touch her phone to check the time, but she touched a pair of rough linen clothes. The unfamiliar touch made her feel tight. "Girl, are you awake?" A little girl with a double bun came in carrying a pottery bowl. When she opened her eyes, a look of surprise appeared on her face, "Great, you have been sleeping for three days. If you do 174Reads—Score—Shelves
  18. From Internet Celebrity Manager to Chief Minister Rural GrassrootsHistorical94k Wordsongoing There was always a saying in the Wanli era, "Life is like a play, play is like life." Liu Aixi used to think it was a sarcastic comment from a scholar. It wasn't until she woke up in a tile house in the south of Suzhou City with half a piece of dusty osmanthus cake in her mouth that she understood the biting chill in these words. She had a headache as if she had been pressed by Hyundai's KPIs for three years. She struggled to sit up and saw the blue-grey tile roof, faded red silk hanging on the 174Reads—Score—Shelves
  19. Mu Xin Ji Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance55k Wordsongoing The last thing Mu Aixi remembered was the golden retriever with a ruptured aorta on the operating table, and the sharp sound of the monitor suddenly pulling into a straight line. Her sterile-gloved hands were still pressed into the warm abdominal cavity of the dog, but her vision was suddenly swallowed up by a dazzling white light - not the shadowless lamp in the operating room. The light was scorchingly hot, as if it was about to evaporate her soul. When he opened his eyes again, there was a st 172Reads—Score—Shelves
  20. Du Ai Xi Travels Through the Western Zhou Dynasty Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance103k Wordsongoing June in the south of the Yangtze River should have been humid and hot during the rainy season, but today the 220 kV Wangting substation was filled with an abnormal sense of restlessness. The dark clouds were like ink-stained cotton wool, pressing heavily on the steel frame structure of the substation. The wind carried sand and hit the equipment shell, making a "crackling" sound. The weather forecast said this was the strongest thunderstorm in the past ten years. However, the progress of the proj 172Reads—Score—Shelves
  21. Hanhaixuanshu Rural GrassrootsHistorical109k Wordsongoing He was lying on a piece of hot Gobi when the salty wind wrapped gravel and hit the fifth goose's face. The severe pain in his forehead made his vision always covered with a layer of blood mist. In addition to the smell of rust, there was also a smell mixed with horse manure and some strange grassy smell in his nose. He struggled to stand up, but his left hand touched a piece of cold metal - it was the titanium alloy wrench he had slipped into his trouser pocket yesterday when he was inspecting e 171Reads—Score—Shelves
  22. Thai Goose Crosses Bianliang Rural GrassrootsMystery76k Wordsongoing The cold wind of the twelfth lunar month was like a needle tempered with ice, drilling into the seams of his bones along his collar. He shuddered suddenly, but when he opened his eyes, he was squinted by the dazzling sunlight. A fishy smell mixed with river mud, water vapor and a hint of grass lingered at the tip of my nose, and in my ears there were noisy shouts - "New cooking cakes! Two for a penny!" "Do you want to hire a boat, sir? It's safe to go down the river to Yangzhou!" 171Reads—Score—Shelves
  23. Liangtai's Old Dream: from Chauffeur Clerk to Military Aircraft Zhang Jing Rural Grassroots160k Wordsongoing Xiao Kasha stared at the "to-do list" on the screen of her mobile phone, tapping her fingertips lightly on the steering wheel. The blue light on the dashboard reflected her tired face. At ten o'clock in the evening, she had just finished an "urgent purchase" and was driving a business car allocated by the company to the "Boyue Hotel" in the east of the city - where a drunk customer was waiting for her driver. 171Reads—Score—Shelves
  24. The Big Goose Enters the Yuan Dynasty Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance63k Wordsongoing Ouyang Daye yawned in front of the computer. The "shipped" prompt that jumped on the screen made her rub her sore eyes. At three o'clock in the morning, cross-border logistics information was still popping up. She repeated into the microphone, "Dear, this cream is in stock and shipped directly from the bonded warehouse." Her throat was as dry as a ball of cotton. The iced American cup on the corner of the table had long since lost its temperature, and the water droplets on the wall of the cup dr 170Reads—Score—Shelves
  25. The Big Goose Enters the Week Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance81k Wordsongoing Xi Daye woke up from the cold. Her last memory stayed in the rental house at three in the morning, with the unfinished Taobao details page still on the computer screen. The model was smiling like a flower in a midriff-baring outfit on the beach in Sanya, while she was wrapped in a quilt and shivering in an air-conditioned room at 20 degrees Celsius. As a clerk and part-time retouching model for a small e-commerce company, Xi Daye's life is to jump back and forth between "this size needs to be sl 170Reads—Score—Shelves
  26. Daming Palace: the National Highway of Debt Collectors Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance53k Wordsongoing The summer of the tenth year of Wanli is always filled with sticky heat, and even the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City seem to have been burned by the sun. In the corner of the Yeting Palace, several rough ladies were squatting beside the stone steps washing clothes. The soap foam mixed with sweat dripped on the bluestone floor, leaving embarrassing wet marks. "Bah, in this damn weather, if you rub it any longer, your hands will be soaked!" A round-faced palace maid shook her sore wrist, and w 170Reads—Score—Shelves
  27. Dayan Dynasty Rural GrassrootsHistorical149k Wordsongoing The deafening explosion was accompanied by a heat wave and hit Sakasha's goggles hard. The lens was instantly covered with a layer of white mist. She subconsciously raised her hand to wipe it, but what she touched on her fingertips were scorch marks on the hot plastic. "Instructor! The east wall has collapsed! Three groups are trapped inside. The smoke is too thick and the thermal imaging camera has malfunctioned!" Team member Xiao Li's hoarse shout came from the intercom, mixed with the crackle 170Reads—Score—Shelves
  28. Goose Talk in the Sui Dynasty: Xiahou Goose Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance74k Wordsongoing Xiahou Daye opened her eyes amid a violent jolt, and the ambergris wafting out of the gilt-copper stove made her cough twice. This is not her top-floor office overlooking the night view of the Huangpu River, nor is it the VIP lounge backstage at Paris Fashion Week—a carved and gold-embellished bed takes up half of the room, the brocade quilt is embroidered with intricate stitches, and the fragrance floating in the air is strange and fragrant. "Is the girl awake?" The maid with a double-ring bun 169Reads—Score—Shelves
  29. Southern Song Dynasty Goose Shadow Rural GrassrootsHistorical102k Wordsongoing The rain in Lin'an City always carries a lingering dampness, just like those court ladies with low eyebrows and submissive eyes in the imperial garden. It is silent but can soak into the seams of people's bones. Wang Daye woke up from the cold. 169Reads—Score—Shelves
  30. Fish and Goose Travel Through Bianjing Rural GrassrootsHistorical111k Wordsongoing The rain in early summer came quickly, and the big raindrops hit the glazed tiles of Xuandemen, splashing fine water splashes, dripping along the animal heads on the eaves, and forming winding water marks on the bluestone slab. The pedestrians on the street have long since dispersed, except for a few flower vendors holding bamboo baskets, huddled under the red lacquer pillars and shivering, looking at the rolling dark clouds in the sky and praying secretly. Thunder breaks out. The purple-black l 169Reads—Score—Shelves
  31. Ma Daye's Time-Travel Life Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance106k Wordsongoing The last thing Ma Daye remembered was the rocket special effects exploding in the live broadcast room. She had just finished an eight-hour live broadcast of "Powerful Minister Simulator". The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts and the instant coffee on her desk had gone cold. As one of the top three strategic game anchors on the Internet and the financial director of a listed company, Ma Daye's life is like the cash flow statement she designed, which is accurate to every penny and every min 169Reads—Score—Shelves
  32. Big Goose Enters Business Rural GrassrootsHistorical153k Wordsongoing It was like being hit on the back of the head by ten thousand express packages at the same time, or like being stuck on the sorting conveyor belt for three days and three nights. When Jian Dae struggled to open his eyes in the chaos, the first thing he felt was the dull pain that spread throughout his body. He remembered that he was at the celebration banquet for the listing of "Jian Goose Express". He had just raised a custom-made pure gold thermos cup and declared boldly to the investors in su 168Reads—Score—Shelves
  33. The Five Dynasties: Eqing Zaifu Road Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance65k Wordsongoing When Shao Daye opened his eyes amid a violent jolt, a fishy smell of fodder and sweat lingered on the tip of his nose. She sat up suddenly, and the back of her head hit a hard board, causing her to gasp in pain - this was not her rental house filled with reports and instant coffee, nor was it the 24-hour convenience store she often went to when the publishing house pressed for manuscripts. There was a narrow space in front of him, with rough linen cloth spread under his body. Looking out through 167Reads—Score—Shelves
  34. Spring and Autumn Period of E County Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance71k Wordsongoing In the third year of Yongxi's reign, just after the Waking of Insects, there was still unmelted snow on the official road in Runan County, Yuzhou. A rickety bullock cart ran over the frozen soil. Among the hay bundled on the cart board, when Gao Daye suddenly opened his eyes, there were still ice particles hanging on his eyelashes. "Cough... Cough..." Her throat felt like it had been rubbed by sandpaper. She struggled to sit up, but was strangled by the burlap shirt with seven or eight patches o 165Reads—Score—Shelves
  35. The Counterattack of Oil Handsome Girls Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance61k Wordsongoing In the reed marsh of a tributary of the Bianhe River, Wu Aixi woke up from the cold. The biting cold seeped into her skin along the burlap, and she opened her eyes suddenly. She saw the dusty sky, and in her ears was the noise of the flapping wings of water birds. This is not any place she is familiar with - there are no oil fields lined with derricks, no customers in suits, and no sales reports that keep popping up on her mobile phone. "Hiss..." She sat up with her support on the ground, feelin 165Reads—Score—Shelves
  36. Protector Across Generations Rural GrassrootsHistorical104k Wordsongoing The last thing Xu Daye remembered was the dazzling blue light in the high-voltage cabinet of the substation. As an ordinary electrician of the municipal electric power company, he was supposed to be checking monthly reports in the duty room, but he was called to the suburban substation by a call from the duty leader. "There is an abnormal noise in the No. 3 High-voltage cabinet. Go and have a look. The old electricians are rushing to repair the lines, but you are idle." When the voice of the shi 165Reads—Score—Shelves
  37. Lin'an Old Dream: from Accountant to Prefect Rural Grassroots135k Wordsongoing In 2024, in the office of an accounting firm in Qianjiang New Town, Hangzhou, the light of incandescent lamps passed through the blinds, casting mottled light and shadow on the desktop filled with vouchers and statements. Shoukasha rubbed her swollen temples, and her fingertips paused on the keyboard for half a second. The "2023 Consolidated Balance Sheet" dancing on the screen was like an airtight net, making her breath tight. 163Reads—Score—Shelves
  38. The Toast Road of Internet Celebrity Accounting Rural GrassrootsHistorical81k Wordsongoing In the autumn of the third year of Xi's reign, when the first frost in Xizhou fell on the green tiles of the Xizhou branch of "Wuji Trading Company", Wu Aixi was sitting in the study of the chieftain's house, revising the memorial sent to the capital by candlelight. On the left side of the rice paper spread out on the desk is "Please seal the chieftain of Xizhou" jointly signed by seventeen chieftains from the south. The layers of cinnabar seals make the three words "Wu Aixi" extra thick; on the 162Reads—Score—Shelves
  39. The Great Road in the Northern Desert Rural GrassrootsHistorical72k Wordsongoing You Daye opened her eyes amid a violent jolt, and her nose was filled with the strong smell of mutton and leather, which was completely different from the smell of disinfectant water from the building materials market that she was familiar with. She struggled to sit up and found that she was lying on a rickety bullock cart, with a rough felt blanket underneath her that made her bones ache. "Are you awake?" A hoarse male voice came from beside her. You Daye turned around and saw a middle-aged man 161Reads—Score—Shelves
  40. The Glass Cup Shattered Across Jing Kingdom, and I Was Trapped in Zuixian Tower on a Strange Road. Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance114k Wordsongoing Kui Kasha typed the last number on the calculator keyboard with her fingertips. The "187623.5" That jumped on the screen was exactly the same as the book amount on the report. She breathed a sigh of relief, pushed down the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and looked downstairs through the glass window of the office - " "Starlight" bar is in the golden hour after dark, with neon signs flashing in the dusk. Men and women in fashionable clothes push the door open one after another. Th 160Reads—Score—Shelves
  41. HR Manager Falls into the Ancient Realm Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance61k Wordsongoing Nong Aixi rubbed his swollen temples in the conference room. The projection screen still stayed on the PPT page of "2024 Q3 Internet celebrity writer incubation KPI dismantling". The three department heads sitting across from each other had different expressions. The operations manager, Sister Zhang, frowned and picked at her pen, the content manager, Xiao Li, looked out the window, and the business manager, Lao Zhou, kept looking at his watch - a typical scene of "inefficient cross-department c 160Reads—Score—Shelves
  42. Chang'an Drive: from Acting Driver to Governor Rural Grassroots128k Wordsongoing The heavy rain was like a torn bead curtain, hitting the fluorescent vest of the "speed driver" and causing tiny splashes of water. Ji Kesha tightened the straps of her helmet, and quickly wiped away the rain on her lenses with her cuffs. Her gaze passed through the blurry rain curtain and landed on the black Maybach with double flashes at the intersection ahead. 158Reads—Score—Shelves
  43. A Journey Through the World Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance71k Wordsongoing Gong Aixi woke up from the cold. The dull pain in the back of the neck had not subsided, but the tip of the nose first caught a strange smell - a damp musty smell mixed with the dryness of straw, and occasionally a few wisps of the sour smell of horse manure. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw a dusty thatched roof. A few bunches of withered and yellow grass stems hung down from the gaps in the rafters, swaying gently in the draft. "Hiss..." She wanted to push herself up to sit up, but her arm 156Reads—Score—Shelves
  44. Chang'an Xianyin: General Soldier Long Kasha Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance141k Wordsongoing The afternoon sun shines through the blinds, casting tiny shadows on the floor. Longkasha was sitting on a walnut-colored treatment chair, with a seven-stringed guqin placed on the low table in front of her - an old object left behind by her grandfather. The body of the piano was engraved with the word "Hansong", and the lacquer surface was moistened with patina due to years of rubbing. She was wearing a light blue medical uniform, her long hair was tied into a low ponytail, revealing her smooth 152Reads—Score—Shelves
  45. Jingmengzhou Native Livelihood Rural GrassrootsHistorical97k Wordsongoing The smell of blood was the first thing Zeng Daye felt when he regained consciousness. It's not the smell of hospital disinfectant mixed with iodophor, but like when pigs are killed during the Chinese New Year in my hometown, the hot blood is splashed on the frozen soil, mixed with dust and the smell of some kind of rotting vegetation. It is greasy and has a wild smell. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as glue, and there was a mess of noise in his ears. The tune was weird 151Reads—Score—Shelves
  46. Big Goose's Journey to the East Rural GrassrootsHistorical101k Wordsongoing Xing Daye opened her eyes amid a violent jolt, and the dull pain from her forehead made her take a breath. In front of her eyes was a yellowed tent ceiling, embroidered with some crooked mandarin duck patterns, and the air was filled with an indescribable musty and herbal smell, which was completely different from the fragrance of the hotel suite in her memory. She struggled to sit up, but found that her whole body was sore and weak, and her wrists were tied with rough hemp ropes, leaving severa 150Reads—Score—Shelves
  47. Lin'an Old Dream: Governor Okasha Rural Grassroots106k Wordsongoing In 2024, Shanghai, the surgical emergency room of a tertiary hospital. The fluorescent lights at two o'clock in the morning were as pale as frost. Okasha stared at the "Quarterly Nursing Cost Accounting Sheet" on the computer screen, tapping her fingertips quickly on the keyboard. The coffee on the corner of the table has cooled down, and the water droplets on the wall of the cup are dripping on the medical record sheet, with the words "acute appendicitis" and "preoperative skin preparation" blu 149Reads—Score—Shelves
  48. Golden Millet Records of the Eastern Jin Dynasty Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance107k Wordsongoing Chai Daye lost consciousness in the dazzling golden light. One second she was still struggling in the sea of ​​audit reports, tapping her fingertips on the calculator to check the seventh version of the adjusted report. The next second, the chandelier in the office suddenly exploded, and the broken glass mixed with the sound of electric current wrapped around her and fell. When he opened his eyes again, what lingered on his nose was no longer the burnt aroma of instant coffee, but a damp musty s 147Reads—Score—Shelves
  49. Liang Du Jinxiu: the Hand-Model Secretary's Journey Across the World Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance100k Wordsongoing Autumn, the seventh year of Tianjian in Nanliang. On the outskirts of Jiankang city, it rained heavily. Heavy raindrops hit the ruins of the ruined temple, splashing mud flowers three feet high. The wind carried raindrops and poured into the temple door, blowing the pile of firewood in the corner that was about to go out and sending sparks flying. In the end, only a faint wisp of green smoke was left, fleeting in the humid air. Zhongsun Ai Xi woke up from the cold. 146Reads—Score—Shelves
  50. Crossing the South: Redemption and Love of the Public Opinion Officer Rural GrassrootsAncient Romance124k Wordscompleted Ding——" The vibrating sound of his mobile phone was particularly harsh in the silent office. He rubbed his sore eyes and glanced at the time jumping on the screen, 3:17 in the morning. As the head of the public opinion analysis department, he was already accustomed to such a life of confusing black and white, and he kept a close eye on the public opinion crisis that might erupt at any time on the Internet. 1Reads—Score—Shelves